things that pop into my head while I am eating a bowl of organic multi-grain cereal with rice milk

He pawed at the fraying edges of his dream,Like a sailor frantically unfurling a chart.It was disappearing.Quickly.What had started as a mundane, if detailed, REM dance,had somehow morphed.Unexpectedly.Unwelcomed?He kissed her.“Oh, you can’t do that,” she whispered.After kissing him back.The guilt was severe and immediate.He apologized.“It was nothing,” she smiled (almost) dismissively.There are things that hurt more than guilt.She went on with her business.His pain faded.He was getting happy again, whenThe chill and light of the morning began to conspire.Successfully.Still, his beef with consciousness faded quickly too.

In agreement with Michelle Ann and Clink– how the hell do you get this out over breakfast? I’m still not coherent. And it’s 1:00 p.m.

Is this about Mandy Moore? It is, isn’t it?!

When I read that line about “REM dancing,” I immediately forgot all my medical training (ha!) that REM = rapid eye movement and is a sleep stage. Instead, I pictured you dancing around to “Losing My Religion.” You know, by R.E.M.